You were sat in class (university), bored.

You felt acid occurring in your stomach. Sickness. You ran to the bathrooms, just in time to throw up in the toilet. You were crouched over the toilet seat.

Someone quickly ran in and held your hair back while you were sick for the last time. You slowly sat down on the floor, holding your stomach. To face Dexter, your enemy.

"How many weeks in are you now?" He asks, clueless.

"Dexter this baby is your responsibility as much as mine, so work it out your damn self." you mutter